Feb. 13th

Oh my! What a weekend so far. Yesterday was something special let me tell ya, but after a night of no sleep I knew it would be. Fulton bless his heart slept till around noon and lucky for me Kevin took Barron out to play in the frosted mini wheat village. This left me plenty of time to watch a little useless TV. My favorite pass time. We had planned to take the kids bowling to get out of the house for a bit but that didn't go as planned. So we opted for the ever trusty ON DEMAND movie. Barron insisted on Monsters and Aliens. I opted for Private Practice and Kevin's vote was for Breaking Vegas. This is why I have enough TV's in my house for us all to be happy. Otherwise it would be a battle for the remote 100% of the time.
Getting up this morning was less than pleasurable. Which I must say is normally the case in my house as the Kids and I aren't so much morning people and Kevin pops out of bed with little blue birds flying around his head. He wants to chat and do productive things first thing in the morning which I think is just straight up ridiculous. I need to have many moments of silence before trying to have an intelligent conversation or any conversation for that matter. Not to mention Kevin knows this. He has known it our whole married life of almost 10 years and 5 years of dating. There is a saying about doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. HHHMMMMM! Anyway, He will wake up in the morning and stand in the shower and call my name over and over again just to make sure I am up. It is like a freaking broken record. Robyn...Robyn...Robyn...Robyn...Robyn...Until finally I get up give him a death stare and close the damn bathroom door. And to top it off he says it in the God awful yankee accent. Say it over and to your self a few times. Robyn, Robyn, Robyn, Robyn in that accent and you will see what I am talking about. So my point of all this is that I was totally shocked this morning when he got up showered and when on about his business with out the irritating morning conversation. Maybe he finally got it. Although I very much doubt it. I have a feeling come Monday morning I am going to hear my name over and over again until once again he gets that evil death stare. NOw I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head... Come Monday it'll be alright Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.....
So on to the next issue. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. The day that is supposed to be all romance and cheese. Ugh. I am just not that girl. There is nothing about cheese I enjoy. I am good with just having a simi-annual Robyn appreciation day and completely 86ing Valentines Day altogether. Lucky for me Kevin and I don't participate in the Valentines Day festivities. We opt to do Valentines Day Eve instead. So this evening we will send the kids to his parents for the evening and head out on the town. Now remember earlier I said I don't do Cheese.... Well Kevin takes me at my word. He is taking me for a romantic evening out to the Lakewood's 1st and 10. Zero Romance. This is also the place I work on Thursday nights. Like I said zero romance. It may have taken him 15 years (and still not getting it) to know that I don't do mornings but it took him no time at all to get that I don't do Cheese. Once again HHHMMMMM?????
So I still haven't bought a Valentines Day eve gift or card for him. Although I think this year I am off the hook considering that for our 9 year anniversary in October I got nothing...no card, no nice dinner (away from the kids), no gift no nothing. He came home with take out fajita's from Papacitos and that was only because it was 2 for 1 fajita night. I mean honestly. I had spent hours on the internet looking for the perfect 9 year anniversary gift and ended up with a chrome gas powered blender for him to enjoy while tailgating at Cowboys and razorbacks games as well as NASCAR. A lot of thought went into that. No Cheese Remember!! So this year I am in the clear for Valentines Day eve. Don't ya think? Another reason I am pretty sure I am in the clear for my not having a gift is because I was soaking in a nice and warm bath and Kevin comes running into the bathroom with his pants damn near at his ankles, rounded the corner and sees me in the tub. Yells Shit and then turns around and says "Happy Valentines Day, I am going to use the other bathroom cause I'm pretty sure what I am about to do will choke a donkey. So Happy Valentines Day... This is my gift to you..... " Yup I'm golden and totally in the clear. Now if he starts yelling Bring me some shit tickets I'll be off the hook for his Birthday too.
Random thought: Who the hell thought of fans in bathrooms? I'm not talking about fart fans I'm talking about the full on ceiling fan in the bathroom. Hello it makes getting out of the bath tub damn near impossible. Just stupid!!! While I'm on random thoughts and on a totally different note whoever invented sour patch kids and air heads is a total genius! Ranks right up there with pickles.
I have to ask... How many of you said robyn robyn robyn robyn with that yankee accent?
With that...Have a wonderful Valentines Day eve! I hope it is as eventful as I am sure mine is gonna be. Lakewood's 1st and 10 hear I come.